Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.